Audrey
That morning, I found myself sitting in Leo’s office for the second day in a row.
“Care to explain, Audrey?”
Leo leaned back in his chair, looking utterly exasperated. The jovial young man who had introduced me to the team just yesterday seemed gone now, replaced by someone who was tired and angry.
I swallowed hard and glanced over my shoulder. Through the glass door leading to the rest of the design department, the others had returned to their work—but I could still feel their judgment, their hatred.
And for something that I hadn’t done.
“I don’t know anything about what happened with that mannequin,” I said, folding my arms across my chest. “Someone else must have done it.”
Leo raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?” Shaking his head, he tapped on his keyboard
